The absolute value of counter colors
bothers me.
How to balance
the outlines of hope?
stabilize the patterns
of our improvements?
The painter, dives
into a page,
deep blue, mountaineer
into the ethereal abysses.

He must not think
nothing, eyes closed,
it internalizes the sight,
listen to a harmony
constantly gushing,
A melody of emptiness.
Finally,
from nothing arises being
and his hand leads him.

the poem COULEURS in the collection Laie de Mars

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